Squeeze Box

I'm slippin' into Slidell, the boys and me
Take a left at the Texaco, gonna see Sweet Marie
She plays down at Jimbeaux's Gumbo and Washtub
In calico and barefeet in a band called the Mudbugs
I been workin' up my never and I can hardly
Tonight when she asks for request
I'll stand up and say

I want to be your squeeze box
Always at your fingertips
I want to be your blues harp
A little closer to your lips
Let me be your washboard
You can play me fast or slow
Squeeze box, blues harp, washboard baby
Anything you can hold

Got a bucket full of crawfish, a seat on the front row
Just to sit this close to her, it's like a shot of tabasco
Makin' trips to the tip jar, keep it full of dollar bills
Tonight I'm gonna go for broke, show her just how I feel
One way or another, Lord, she's gonna notice me
If I have to jump up on that stage and get down on my knees
I'll be beggin her please

Let me be your squeeze box
Always at your fingertips
I want to be your blues harp
A little closer to your lips
Let me be your washboard
You can play me fast or slow
Squeeze box, blues harp, washboard baby
Anything you can hold

Squeeze box, blues harp, washboard, baby
Anything you can hold